The Bulls were eliminated from the playoffs last night, which meant exit interviews today. These are understandably but almost invariably boring, rehashed collections of clichéd athlete-speak. Unless you bring along your delightfully relaxed giant fluffer of a dog, Muppet, as Robin Lopez did this afternoon:
A chest-to-chest staring match in the NBA actually popped off into a real actual fight tonight. The Raptors and Bulls don’t like each other, and in the third quarter with the Bulls up big, Serge Ibaka and Robin Lopez got into it after Jimmy Butler nailed a jumper. Unlike most other incidents where players “get into…
The Cavs are still out there partying, but the rest of the NBA has already moved on. According to multiple reports, the Chicago Bulls are trading Derrick Rose to the New York Knicks for a haul of players. The former MVP and Chicago native has one year and $21 million left on his contract.
Franklin the dog, much like the team he represents, got walloped on by Robin Lopez last night. I can’t feel bad for ole Franklin here, when he asked for the asskicking.
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Brook and Robin Lopez are notoriously tight. They hosted an NBA blooper reel show for Disney this summer, once skipped out on Stanford practice together to head to Disneyland, and they are apparently writing partners who are working on a pilot or two. So you’d think that they would want to live together once Robin…
Robin Lopez does not like mascots. He has had an ongoing series of beeves with just about every mascot in the NBA, including our friend Clutch the bear here. You may recall the wonderfully cryptic interview he gave about his disdain for the Toronto Raptor, but he is by no means limited to anti-reptile violence.
Willamette Week has a pretty great interview with Blazers center Robin Lopez, one of the smarter and funnier guys in the league. It's well worth your time, but I want to draw your attention to one cryptic exchange:
And Xavier Henry, of course. I just wanted a punchier headline. (See what I did?)
Blake Griffin was unstoppable in the first quarter, going 7-for-13 from the field. Phoenix regrouped, and turned the game into something more closely rembling Atari's Basketbrawl, and what do you know: it worked. Griffin didn't score another field goal the rest of the game.
File this one under "Time, Too Much." The secret behind Steve Nash's control over the Suns is revealed to be your everyday psycho-sexual intimidation. H/T reader DH.